'Tsk'
Time slowed down for Arthur. Without panicking, he quickly turned around and stared at the mouth of the wolf pouncing toward him. Everything happened so fast that he didn't have time to reach for his sword or hidden daggers. Nevertheless, he reacted instantly, without hesitation, and punched the wolf with his bare hand.
A hand of flesh and blood against a gaping maw full of fangs, his reckless move seemed like madness. Even Novarian, who was observing the situation from a different angle, confirmed how insane the strike was and considered it an act of desperation.
'It's useless.'
The thought crossed his mind swiftly, but what he witnessed next made his eyes widen in shock. As Arthur's fist neared the ferocious wolf's mouth, he suddenly altered the direction of the strike, opened his hand, and—strangely—shoved his fingers into the wolf's nose.
